Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go the outside,
the outside, round the outside
Two park girls go round the outside,
the outside, round the outside

Guess back, back again
back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's
who's back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll ya
A bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But husband's heart problem is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on
But it feels so without me
So come on and dip, bum on your
Fuck that, cum on your and some on your tits
And get 'cause this shit is about to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now this looks a job for me
So everybody just me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, looks like a job for me
So everybody follow me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it feels so without me

hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like helpless
'Til someone comes along on a and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a
So let me revel and bask
In the fact I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You six year old bald headed fag, blow me
You know me, you're too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now go, just give me the signal
be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself a symbol
But sometimes this shit seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So this must mean I'm
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Presley
To do black so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept that
Twenty million other white rappers
But no how many fish in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!